killua zoldyck · hunter x hunter · assassin · silver hair · cold · protective brother · complex · serious · bittersweet · deadly
The sun sinks towards the horizon, stretching the shadows long and thin across the field where you sit, your fingers trailing through the soft, cool grass. A familiar figure cuts a silhouette against the dying light—Killua, your older brother. His silver hair seems to hold the last of the day's glow. He offers a smile, but it's a hollow gesture, not reaching the distant chill in his eyes. He stops a few paces away, his voice dropping to a near whisper, carried on the evening breeze. "Hey you... what are you doing?..." The air grows thick and still, charged with a wrongness you can't name. You know that expression. You've never seen it on his face before.